This poem is definitely not the sequel to my first poem in Unfinished Writings (Naked) – neverthless you can check it out by clicking the link above – but it’s just the theme which remains constant. You must be fathoming what is that common theme, since the titles are poles apart and yes the expressions manifested in both of them are profoundly not at all connected. So, yeah let me tell you what this series (perhaps not series ’cause even if you miss out on one there is no issue of uncomprehensibility, as they aren’t interlinked) demonstrate. The fact is just that the poems/story in “Unfinished Writings” reflect all those write-ups which according to me didn’t have an ultimate ending.
Short and crisp, this is my deep thought :P. Anyway, buona lettura (happy reading).
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The Unreached Destination
Blood all over my sole,
Still my feet refuse to stop.
Toe-fingers blotched, hurting.
Every step an important torture.
My head heavy with exhaustion,
Yet my mind alert
to reach the destination.
Sweat swirling around my neck,
Pain lingering through my legs,
Stomach craving due to hunger,
Eyes waiting for the road (journey) to end.
Hot wind, waves away the sweat
Hope, dilutes the pain
Inhaling the air; ceases the vigorous hunger
Vision, assures the goal will be accomplished,
but road might not end.
Please God, complete this incomplete voyage.
My Dunkirk Spirit is also weakening now,
And your strength is somehow not reaching me.
I know you are there, listening to my hymns
Supporting me, guiding me.
But I think our connection has become senile.
Suddenly I heard,
“I am there; inside you.
And this voyage is life, my child.
It will be finished; when the opposite will happen”